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Broken facees lossing races trying to get to the finish line but she never makes it bloddy nails ripped out hair trying to find whats never there children crying mothers dieing father hurting and fathers are lying pain has its way of finding its way out sometimes on your arm, somethimes from your mouth hurting yourself and others around until the day you decided to drown
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Pain
Broken facees lossing races trying to get to the finish line but she never makes it bloddy nails ripped out hair trying to find whats never there children crying mothers dieing father hurting and fathers are lying pain has its way of finding its way out sometimes on your arm, somethimes from your mouth hurting yourself and others around until the day you decided to drown
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
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